up. He was waitin outside in the Vette when I got off. He told me about da lick at the sports bar in Whitefish Bay and what he needed me to do. Once I told him I was game, he said he wanted to know if I could keep my mouth shut. He pulled his dick out and told me to show him what my head game was like. After I was finished he wanted to test da pussy out. So I hopped on top of that muthafucka and put my thang down. He kicked me out of the Vette once he got his nut. He said that if I didn’t run my mouth to you, I would have the potential to be a trustworthy bitch.”
I wanted to run across that small living room floor to spit, slap, and kick the bitch in the face. It wasn’t so much what her dirty ass said that was like a blow to the gut, it was more how her punk ass said it that made the words sting so bad. The bitch told the story as if she never even contemplated not betraying my trust. I took it as if the bitch had been waiting on her chance to get next to my nigga and when the opportunity presented itself, she hopped on his dick.
Ivan’s call came in and saved her life for a little bit longer.
“Did you have to think about whether this bitch was worth the cash?”
He laughed. “I’m surprised you haven’t killed her yet.”
“Is that what you were hoping for?” I asked, seriously.
He laughed again. “You really want this cash, don’t you?”
The nigga’s arrogance and calm demeanor was starting to piss me off. I began to pace back and forth.
“Nigga if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have any of that muthafuckin money. Now pay up or the bitch dies.”
He laughed again and I started pacing a little faster. “You think you deserve five hundred g’s? Just because you sucked a couple of niggas off?” he laughed again. “I should’ve just had a Vegas hooker do it for a couple of hundred bucks.” He laughed. “You see this is why we had to break up. Yo ass just became too got damn expensive.” He laughed harder than all of the other times.
He was playing with me and I knew it. I kept pacing as I tried to keep my cool.
“Give me my bread nigga. I’m tired of lookin at this white bitch. Now are you goin to pay for her life or not?”
He laughed. “No bitch is worth that many g’s. I’ll give you fifty. Twenty-five for Kim K. and Twenty-five for that fire ass head you gave them country niggas.”
I stopped in front of the flimsy ass wooden door that opened up to a balcony. I knew this nigga was going to pull this but his head games had me steaming, I wasn’t thinking straight and I didn’t realize that I hadn’t been keeping an eye on Kim K. until she tackled me through that flimsy ass wooden door and onto the balcony. I dropped the nine milli and both of our cell phones slipped out of my jacket pocket.
The white wooden balcony creaked and popped as if it was just as old and flimsy as the door. We both wrestled and strained and grunted, fighting to position ourselves on top. I yanked that bitch’s long ponytail down and pushed up on her chin. Then I swung my leg over her waist and slowly maneuvered on top of her. But before I could do any damage she struck me in the temple twice with the palm of her hand. I rolled off of her in a daze. We both made it to our feet at the same time and started throwing wild punches, scratching, yanking and everything else that goes down in a ghetto brawl. The sound of the squad car’s siren caught our attention. The po-pos dipped out of the Center Street traffic and parked across the street from where we were standing.
“You two! Stay right there!” the darkest of the two cops yelled out as him and his partner waited for a break in traffic to cross Center Street.
I shoved Kim K.’s ass out of my way, scooped up my nine milli and iPhone, and ran over the creaky wooden floors in the apartment trying not to go into panic mode. I ran down the staircase wondering if the po-pos had figured out the only way into the building was through the back unless
I wanted to run across that small living room floor to spit, slap, and kick the bitch in the face. It wasn’t so much what her dirty ass said that was like a blow to the gut, it was more how her punk ass said it that made the words sting so bad. The bitch told the story as if she never even contemplated not betraying my trust. I took it as if the bitch had been waiting on her chance to get next to my nigga and when the opportunity presented itself, she hopped on his dick.
Ivan’s call came in and saved her life for a little bit longer.
“Did you have to think about whether this bitch was worth the cash?”
He laughed. “I’m surprised you haven’t killed her yet.”
“Is that what you were hoping for?” I asked, seriously.
He laughed again. “You really want this cash, don’t you?”
The nigga’s arrogance and calm demeanor was starting to piss me off. I began to pace back and forth.
“Nigga if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have any of that muthafuckin money. Now pay up or the bitch dies.”
He laughed again and I started pacing a little faster. “You think you deserve five hundred g’s? Just because you sucked a couple of niggas off?” he laughed again. “I should’ve just had a Vegas hooker do it for a couple of hundred bucks.” He laughed. “You see this is why we had to break up. Yo ass just became too got damn expensive.” He laughed harder than all of the other times.
He was playing with me and I knew it. I kept pacing as I tried to keep my cool.
“Give me my bread nigga. I’m tired of lookin at this white bitch. Now are you goin to pay for her life or not?”
He laughed. “No bitch is worth that many g’s. I’ll give you fifty. Twenty-five for Kim K. and Twenty-five for that fire ass head you gave them country niggas.”
I stopped in front of the flimsy ass wooden door that opened up to a balcony. I knew this nigga was going to pull this but his head games had me steaming, I wasn’t thinking straight and I didn’t realize that I hadn’t been keeping an eye on Kim K. until she tackled me through that flimsy ass wooden door and onto the balcony. I dropped the nine milli and both of our cell phones slipped out of my jacket pocket.
The white wooden balcony creaked and popped as if it was just as old and flimsy as the door. We both wrestled and strained and grunted, fighting to position ourselves on top. I yanked that bitch’s long ponytail down and pushed up on her chin. Then I swung my leg over her waist and slowly maneuvered on top of her. But before I could do any damage she struck me in the temple twice with the palm of her hand. I rolled off of her in a daze. We both made it to our feet at the same time and started throwing wild punches, scratching, yanking and everything else that goes down in a ghetto brawl. The sound of the squad car’s siren caught our attention. The po-pos dipped out of the Center Street traffic and parked across the street from where we were standing.
“You two! Stay right there!” the darkest of the two cops yelled out as him and his partner waited for a break in traffic to cross Center Street.
I shoved Kim K.’s ass out of my way, scooped up my nine milli and iPhone, and ran over the creaky wooden floors in the apartment trying not to go into panic mode. I ran down the staircase wondering if the po-pos had figured out the only way into the building was through the back unless
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